I believe I built you once
by the angles of cosmic framework,
and I assembled you as my manifestation.
Maybe you are one of the many creations
rewarded for good deeds done.
Or possibly,
you are a reflection
and hope for the things I've left undone;
as they were always thought to be out of reach.
Or maybe you are my imagination
devised by my own need for affection.
You escaped to my reality without detection
of the insecurity,
which shuns me in my world.
Gravity is just mythical creature
constantly caught in an universal vacuum.
Its path rolls out like a rug unto my feet,
and I wait for the suction to make me fall.
I fear that maybe my akasha is scratched,
making the record skip a beat;
causing mistakes to be on repeat.
But still yet,
I enjoy the music.
Sometimes in life,
the notes are unknown;
making them somehow,
somewhat,
so bittersweet.
Please tell me what you think
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brilliant!
yes, you do have a mighty gifted pen my sweet lady, please come back and treat all of ap to some more of your nmagic.. please..?
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This is a very deep and thought provoking write. I like how the unknowns in life are compared to the unknown notes in music. It is true that sometimes the unknowns can be bittersweet. Nice write! Blessings, Patty
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I love the image of the akashic record skipping a beat 'causing mistakes to be on repeat'...very deep thought expressed in a humourous way....takes a lot of suffering to have such humour....
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